Trenton being a disaster
*The man had not only managed to return to the bathroom, but also had the good sense to sit upright as he ate. Of course, that's where his good sense ended.
*He clumsily climbed into the tub, amidst the bottles and needles he has amassed, and roughly sat down as if the bathtub were a chair. Of course, that led him to become bothered by the items in his pockets.
*His wallet, keys, cards were tossed aside. But before he could throw his phone, he smiled at it
Trenton: No passcode~
*He swiped his finger across the screen, laughing lightly as he proved himself right (to himself) and opened his contacts. With his inhibitions entirely out of sorts, he had no problem finding the number that he was in search of and hitting send. It went to voice-mail, but he hardly cared at all. In fact, he hardly cared about anything at the moment
*He had been dumped after all. Again. For the same reason.
*When the voice on the other end was followed by a loud beep, he began to prattle off the first thing that came to mind
Trenton: You'll never believe this. However just as I was thinking about getting something to eat-- *He made a sound that vaguely resembled a deflating tire, despite the fact that it was supposed to be a 'poof' of some sort --she was at my door. Well the other, other door. Anyhow, Suri was there with my meal. She was, but that's, no, that isn't why I called. I called to ask if you ate.
*He twisted in the tub, attempting to lie on his side and only managing to make a great deal of noise as his shoes scraped the tub
Trenton: You lot never eat. Honestly, you should eat. This is so wonderful, this meal. I'm, bloody hell, I've only spoken about food. *He laughed, but that was a quickly short lived euphoria That's, I'm sorry, I....
*He tossed his head back against the rim of the tub so hard that he winced, unaware of the small patch of blood staining his hair and causing his dizziness to intensify.
Trenton: You~ *He was quickly back to smiling like nothing had happened I should have run after you. You, with all of your... you.
*He grabbed at one of the bottles nearby, haphazardly uncapping the lid with his free hand. His only other goal really was to perpetuate the high that he felt waning.
Trenton: Cheers! *He raised the phone instead of the hand holding the drugs To you~